58. Princess Esemeray
PRINCESS ESEMERAY
She was ready to give herself to him. Mind, body, and soul.
Prince or not. Riggs was hers, and tonight, she’d make it known.
Deepening the kiss, she wrapped her arms around his back, desperately needing their bodies to be pressed together.
She could feel his growing erection as he pushed against her.
She pushed back, showing him she was ready for all of him—every inch.
Riggs bunched her gown higher with shaky hands, sliding up her thigh, and brushing over her flesh ever so slightly.
“Gods, Esemeray…” He pulled back, placing his fingers in his mouth with a feral grin.
She swallowed hard, her sex throbbing, wishing he’d touch her there once more, but instead, Riggs traced over the fabric along her body. “I am tempted to rip this off you.”
The gown didn’t belong to her, yet at this moment she could care less. Her lips curved. “Rip it off.”
Riggs gripped the neckline of the gown. “As you wish.” He tore the silk from her body with one single pull. A cool, soft breeze brushed her skin, leaving her bare beneath him.
“You are…” His heavy gaze roamed down her body, drinking her in. “So, beautiful.”
Her stomach fluttered, her nerves like dancing butterflies.
“Gods, I love you, Esemeray,” Riggs whispered, voice hoarse as he leaned down, burying his face in the crook of her neck, and ravishing her with his mouth.
Esemeray whimpered when he said love. Trembling beneath him, her blood heated, making her lose all sense of reality as if this moment were fabricated in time and space. His tongue swept through her teeth, and then he was sucking on her lip, biting it.
“Everything about you consumes me,” Riggs murmured, pressing his mouth back on hers, while his hands interlaced with hers, guiding her arms above her head.
Esemeray knew if she wanted to break free, she could, but she didn’t want him to let go of her.
Not as he pinned her wrists to the bed, or as his legs settled around her.
Not as the taste of mint and evergreen—flooded her every sense.
She wanted more—needed more.
He held firm with one hand, his other sliding down and cupping her breast, stroking her nipple with his thumb. She moaned, biting her lip as she watched him. Riggs didn’t take his eyes off her as he teased her, sucking and tonguing with such care until she saw stars.
Every swipe of his gods given tongue made her throb and moan and ache in the place she longed for him to touch—longed for him to fill. She squeezed her legs together to ease the overwhelming pressure. It wasn’t enough.
“Remove your clothes,” Esemeray panted, unable to wait any longer.
“So demanding,” Riggs rasped, a lingering glimmer in his eyes. His powerful thighs flexed before her as he removed his garments, leaving nothing but his bare, muscular body towering over her.
“I want to feel you,” she breathed, running her hands down the grooves of his abs, past his pelvic, until she was toying with the head of his length, teasing him as he teased her, “please.”
His eyes glossed over, his hips thrusting as she fisted his shaft, stroking him as she did in the cave. She could feel the veins along his length throbbing with every pass.
“Fuck, Em.” Riggs' fingers gravitated down her hips, toward her inner thigh, stopping just above the spot she craved him to claim.
He hovered close, so close to her entrance.
Smirking, he rolled her bundle of nerves with a gentle and careful pressure, sliding down until his fingers were barely swirling an inch inside her. “Is this okay?”
Her gaze darkened, her legs trembling with each passing stroke. “Yes.”
Yes.
Fire erupted around her walls as Riggs inched further inside, preparing her for what was to come. She didn’t let it show on her face as he crept in deeper, moving with caution. “You’re tight, Em,” he said, his voice a low rasp. “So tight.”
She forced a smile, inhaling a long, deep breath, straining to keep her features neutral, as she pumped his length, her hand quivering around him.
“Still okay?” Riggs asked, timidly sliding his fingers back and forth, passing with care.
“Yes.” She nodded, arching her back, showing him just how ready she was for him. She knew it wouldn’t feel pleasant, knew it’d cause worse pain than his hand.
She’d endure it.
“If I hurt you, I will stop,” he said gently, guiding his length toward her entrance. “Okay?”
Stomach fluttering with anticipation, she nodded, bunching the sheets into her palms. Her breath hitched, her walls nearly collapsing with the sheer size of him resting on her sex.
Nervousness flooded her entire body as he hesitantly inched inside, never taking his eyes off her. Riggs' eyes widened, as if he, too, felt what she felt. His mouth parted, breathing increasing.
Esemeray’s heart thundered as he nestled between her, sliding further. Her lips pulled back in a sting, eyes watering.
Riggs swept a hand across her cheek, halting. “Do you want me to stop?”
“No.” As if that was all he needed to hear, he slowly pushed deeper. Esemeray embraced the pain—the pressure—the burning. She embraced it all. She closed her eyes, breathing through every sensation.
He halted again. “The last thing I want is to hurt you.”
Her eyes flung open as she felt him inch backward, so she wrapped her legs around his. “I want this. I want you.”
“As good as this feels for me, I do not find pleasure in your suffering, Em.”
But she wasn’t suffering. Esemeray rubbed at her scar on her chest. She had felt worse. So much worse. This was nothing compared to what she had endured. Not even close. “Please, Riggs.”
Riggs nodded, pressing his lips to hers as if to distract her from the discomfort.
He continued, pushing further. Esemeray let out a half-moan, half-yelp as Riggs rested completely inside of her.
A lingering look of concern was etched into his face.
He scanned her as if looking for any signs to stop. But she didn’t give him any.
She refused.
He asked, “How does it feel?”
Esemeray blinked the tears out of her eyes, smiling. “Just like I hoped.” She had expected pain, but she hadn’t anticipated the size of her first lover. She had imagined this moment for so long, wanting it to be with someone special, someone she loved.
Riggs Whitlock was special.
He swept her hair back and murmured, “Good.” Then he was moving, grinding against her with a slow pace. And Esemeray took every last inch over and over and over again as a cluster of lights burst within her vision.
She could tell he was restraining himself, holding back, and she only loved him more for it. But she didn’t want him to. The pain was unusually comforting. She breathed, “Go faster.”
Riggs' jaw slackened, making sure he settled in deep before he withdrew himself, and increased his pace.
“Fuck,” he murmured against her mouth, pressing a kiss to her lips, a kiss so consuming it made her mind float away.
Then his lips traveled to the base of her neck, kissing the center of her throat, moving beneath her ear.
Each raspy breath escaping him, pulled her into a trance, and soon, the pain turned into a pleasure so blinding it put her soul in a state of euphoria.
Despite the wards around the temple, she could feel her power thrumming along her skin, her shadows rolling within her like early morning fog as if they were blissfully enjoying him, too.
Riggs trembled, pumping harder than the last. “You’re taking me so well,” he said breathlessly.
A tingle shot down Esemeray’s spine with his praise.
She locked eyes with him, focusing on the feel of his length burying deep inside of her, focusing on the way he was losing himself.
His eyes grew heavy, lips parting. Esemeray moaned, her climax rising to a peak.
Slamming her eyes closed, she swallowed her scream as her walls tightened around him.
Oh, gods.
She cried out, dragging her nails across his back as she collapsed, her core exploding.
“Oh, fuck,” Riggs whimpered, “I can’t—” His length throbbed like a steady, strong pulse, a warm, thick gush, spilling down her thighs.
They lay there holding one another, breathless, and satisfied.
Riggs panted, a smile creeping over his lips, his eyes beaming with warmth. “You are going to be the death of me, princess.”